Whether (to us by Transmigration given),
He once was an Inhabitant of Heav'n,
And form'd for Musick, with Diviner fire
Endu'd, compos'd, for the Celestial Choir;
Not for the Vulgar Race of Light to hear,
But on High-days to glad th' Immortal Ear.
So in some leisure hour was sent away,
(Their Hour is here a Life, a Thousand years their Day.)
And what th' Ætherial Musick was to show,
And teach the wonders of that Art below;